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Searching

confusion
darkness.
exploring, reaching
the depths.
a starless sky on a winter night,
a lost child.
I look everywhere
but I do not see.
my mind reels
from pages of
other people's thoughts.
looking outward
to find answers. 		realization
stars.
grasping, holding
ideas of my own.
forest green leaves,
depths of blue existence.
I must not find answers.
in doing so,
I shatter
all I hold sacred.
there are no definite answers.
in searching, I am finding
myself.


--S. Anderson




My Pit

days are sad and quiet
with no one here
so utterly alone
i fall deeper and deeper
into the misery

nights are cold and empty
dark like my life
still alone
thinking more and more
about ending this misery

--Annie Chung





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